Dungeon Player

"So, Sir Sherlock hopes that I can develop a magic prop that can read out videos in real time?" The academic master pondered for a moment:

"Can't you just watch the video on the recorder?"

"Of course it's okay if you just watch the video, but what I want is a magic item that can receive the video anytime, anywhere. Do you understand the live broadcast?"

Sherlock then explained in detail what live broadcasting was, and the top student nodded, indicating that he understood.

Sherlock handed this arduous task to the academic master and was about to leave, but the academic master still had something to say:

"Lord Sherlock, the hundred kobold pet eggs I made before have been magically modified. They are very cute according to your requirements."

The top student said as he took out a large box from his graveyard, and the box was locked.

The players are all outside the cemetery hall at this time, and Sherlock will definitely not let them in while the academic master is talking about business.

The top student used magic to open the box skillfully, and then saw all kinds of sundries inside the box, including crystal balls, magic powder, newspapers, rubber ducks, pumps, pink bells, sticky notes, and a quill. There are plasticine, bench, pacifier, pillow, etc. There are a hundred eggs in the corner. They are not big. Sherlock can catch four or five with one hand.

"How to hatch?" Sherlock picked up one of the eggs and looked around.

"Just put it by the fire and roast it."

Sherlock nodded, and then collected the kobold eggs.

"How does Lord Sherlock plan to use these kobold eggs?"

Blue asked at this time.

"Of course it's used to reward those who work hard."

Sherlock returned to the Lord's Hall, then sat down and turned on the computer.

And not long after he turned on the computer, the Lord's Hall outside opened.

"Huh, after absorbing the power of the void where the water element and the fire element are fused together, I feel like my whole body is filled with the power of darkness."

Goudan, wrapped in a white towel and dragging his short, fat legs, walked in, muttering to himself, and then walked directly to the place where the bloody chrysanthemum tea was.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" Sherlock raised his head and looked at Goudan.

"The scarlet block containing mysterious power is the source of power for the King of Dark Yama!"

As Goudan said, he stood on tiptoes and got the box containing the bloody chrysanthemum tea, and began to unscrew it.

"Speak normally."

Goudan raised his head, his eyes widened, and then began to fill up with embarrassing liquid, but the action of making tea in his hands was not careless at all.

"I want to drink bloody chrysanthemum tea..."

"Tsk, let's sell this black dragon cub for money. It's so shameful. A two-year-old dragon looks like this? During the Great War 10,000 years ago, the giant dragon spread its wings and covered the sky. Everything was scorched earth. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes at that time, I would have thought it was just a rumor.”

Blue's rather emotional voice appeared in Sherlock's mind, but Sherlock did not answer Blue. Instead, he looked at Goudan who had already made tea. Goudan said:

"Please, Lord Sherlock... Gu dong gu dong, tsk, it tastes so good."

Goudan drank the bloody chrysanthemum tea in one gulp and put it back where it was. Then he took off the white towel, moved the stool, and sat next to Sherlock:

"Master Sherlock, are you ready to play with that rolling butter again? I will be your guide."

"No, underage dragons are not suitable for watching that, and I don't plan to play with it now."

Sherlock shook his head, he was still busy writing updates.

"Just play for a while, I think you need to relax now."

Goudan stretched out his paw and put it on Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock was about to get up, grab Goudan's wings and throw him out, when Blue's voice suddenly came over:

"Lord Sherlock, there is a caravan coming from the direction of Winterfell at Exit 3. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the caravan of Vampire Count Nicholas."

"Goudan, get your things and follow me to receive the guests."

Sherlock stuffed a briefcase into Goudan's arms, then took out a black coat from the box at the back and headed towards Exit 3.

Although Goudan wanted to stay and watch the rolling undead game, Goudan still couldn't disobey Sherlock's order.

He took the briefcase, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, put it on his face, and then followed Sherlock out.

Sherlock walked straight towards the third entrance and exit. Naturally, many players saw Sherlock's movements along the way. Seeing Goudan's appearance, everyone knew that there must be another plot, and they all followed. Follow behind.

Although now on the official website, you can already see the previous plot. It was Sherlock who input the picture into the Golden Stone and then asked Blue to upload it to the website.

But how can it be compared to what you see on the official website and what you see directly in the game?

However, after Sherlock took Goudan out of the third exit, other players were unable to follow because Sherlock did not open the third exit.

Not long after Sherlock left the dungeon with his secretary Goudan, he saw Nicholas and his party walking towards them not far away.

Nicholas was still sitting on a beetle beast. After seeing Sherlock from a distance, a large group of bats suddenly appeared around Nicholas. Then the bats surrounded Nicholas' body, and the black masses moved towards Sherlock. Bian came over, and then a group of bats flew in front of Sherlock and quickly dissipated. Nicholas stood in front of Sherlock and bowed deeply to Sherlock:

"Dear Lord Sherlock, I am really flattered that you went out to greet me in person."

"Seriously, Sir Nicholas, my relationship with you has always been very good."

Sherlock patted Nicholas's shoulder very intimately. Seeing the way Nicholas looked at Goudan, Sherlock explained casually:

"This is my secretary, Goudan. Goudan, come and say hello to Count Nicholas."

Goudan walked up, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses skillfully, then squeezed his two wings together, trying to squeeze out the non-existent gully, and then bowed deeply:

"Hello Count Nicholas, I am Goudan."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Lord Goudan, just call me Zhao Si."

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